Aim Less

by The Mispronouncer

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credits

released August 9, 2010

Jans Pasma did the artwork.
Baby, Ethan, Dutch Schuttz, and St. Ion all did a lot of listening and suggesting. Baby did the most.
Dr. Occulus played the bass guitar where credited and the album is better for it.

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Track Name: The Misclaimer
Allow me to not really make your acquaintance.
What color is the lie if it’s done for recreation?
Self-contradict with conviction.
Before long you discover truth is not stranger than fiction.
And isn’t much truer, and it comes off as hokey.
I don’t make songs to help you get to know me.
And I don’t make songs to provide you with access:
The Misinformer. Take your best bad guess.
I could say what I really think and lay my soul bare.
Not saying “would” or “wouldn’t,” I’m saying you shouldn’t care.
Ever heard the saying, “Too good to be true?”
It mean’s whatever I invent’s better than anything you could do.
Keep it real? Nah, I’d rather keep it entertaining
Than have to explain all the cause for complaining.
I’ll say what I mean and I’ll mean what I say
When I wanna make an album to bore you all away.

It’s my party, I’ll cry wolf if I want to.
Really I’m just copying and pasting links
If I was backmasking I’d say the same basic things.

It’s my party, I’ll cry wolf if I want to.
The truth sounds better when you stretch it and contort it.
Like moths to the flame, us suckers flutter toward it.

It’s my party, I’ll cry wolf if I want to.
Don’t try to tell me irony is passé.
It’ll top your teary-eyed openness any day.

It’s my party, I’ll cry wolf if I want to.
So I can like to you, and you can lie to me,
And we can call it “all in fun” and protect our privacy.
Track Name: Spell It
1. Spell it! Weigh each letter on your tongue.
Let ‘em slip down your throat to your stomach and your lungs.
Some come for the spit-takes, some for the pratfalls.
Some to spot mistakes and make catcalls.
Stand up. Put a load back on.
It’s a rainy day in Hades when I don’t act calm.
Tacked on. Death to the alternate ending.
Deus ex machina, stop depending
On last second saves and eleventh hour rescues.
You only taste power when the real power lets you.
Hold that pose ‘til the cows come home.
Kill a whole species of bird with one stone.
Counterfeit bills to pay for bad forgeries.
More power to you if you feel like ignoring me.
You don’t fear aging ‘til you watch someone botch it.
The Mispronouncer: slow motion in the moshpit.

Chorus: It’s the M-I-S-P-R-O-N-O-U-N-C-E-R
Don’t MISs your one guess.
It’s the M-I-S-P-R-O-N-O-U-N-C-E-R
No space, one “S.”

2. If you can do it, you can dream it.
I flip myself off in mirrors with both hands, I don’t mean it.
I peaked as a person sometime last week.
No one’s gonna go and smuggle sunshine past me.
Ask me how I get a word to fit.
Sometimes you gotta mispronounce just to work with it.
I’ve been here all day. I’ve been awake since noon.
I’ve been barking at the shadow of a makeshift moon.
Kill a catchphrase and the nation mourns.
I fill the next day desecrating the corpse.
And this party’s too stationary to crash.
Too weary to hear me, too wary to catch.
I built this image from the ground up. Now what?
You think I’m gonna kick it back down ‘cause I found love?
I don’t need to stand for something we can all embrace.
I just wanna be a light in the crawlspace, dollface.

Chorus: It’s the M-I-S-P-R-O-N-O-U-N-C-E-R
I’m an answer to the riddle:
It’s the M-I-S-P-R-O-N-O-U-N-C-E-R
What proper noun’s got a PRONOUN in the middle?

3. I prefer to be liked, for whatever it’s worth.
Untouched by professional barbers since birth.
I wanna live in a town with an Indian name.
I wanna bring back silence, pity, and shame.
They say it’s unhealthy to keep my feelings bottled up
So I’ll tell you what I’m feeling now: Not all that much.
Too much pop and my bowels need to move more.
Diabetes, colon cancer: two and two’s four.
Gentlemen prefer blondes, I prefer options.
I prefer speculation to exhaustion.
You will know me by the acne scars, by the straw
By the student loans, by the monotone.
You will know me by the hat, by the walk, by the scribble.
You will know me directly or only know the ripples.
You will know me by the way I make you move if I can help it.
I know you know my name, now show me you can spell it.

Chorus: It’s the M-I-S-P-R-O-N-O-U-N-C-E-R
Respect is assured.
It’s the M-I-S-P-R-O-N-O-U-N-C-E-R
‘Cause every time you say my name you finish with a CER/sir.

It’s the M-I-S-P-R-O-N-O-U-N-C-E-R
Spell it! Spell it! Spell it! Spell it!
It’s the M-I-S-P-R-O-N-O-U-N-C-E-R
Spell it! Spell it! Spell it! Spell it!
It’s the M-I-S-P-R-O-N-O-U-N-C-E-R
Spell it! Spell it! Spell it! Spell it!
It’s the M-I-S-P-R-O-N-O-U-N-C-E-R
Spell it! Spell it! Spell it! Spell it! Spell it! Spell it! Spell it! Spell it!
Track Name: Evasive Action
1. It’s another fine day to remain anonymous.
Another fine day for disarray for a lot of us.
Two track mind: girls and mortality.
Good luck if you wanna wring more out of me.
Look what the cat dragged in. I’m asking
If you’re fine with how you’ve been defining “satisfaction.”
Action, camera, lights, rehearsal.
After this brief show we’ll be back with commercials.
I’m floatin’ on the fizz of four 44-ouncers
Leavin’ a trail of fingernails and sore bouncers.
It’s another fine night to delight your audience.
Sign on the door: “Gone fishin’ for compliments.”
Giddy as a schoolgirl, sober as a judge.
Sorry, got these sacks, can’t hold no grudge.
It’s another fine night to become your own boss
And fire you. Life goes on until it goes off.

Chorus: Time to spare.
Don’t spend it all in one place.
Laissez faire.
Or change your course for a change of pace.
We’ll get there…
We’ll get there when we get there.
I dare you to ask again.

2. I’m working long hours making my life look lifelike
Looks pretty close if the light’s right.
It’s another fine day before another fine night
To peer into the future for a glimpse of hindsight.
There is no lifestyle with no peril.
You’re a sitting duck, I’m a fish in a barrel.
Meek little lambs wearing feral apparel.
“Pure” shouldn’t ever be a synonym for “sterile.”
If you’re bored then you’re boring. If it’s raining then it’s pouring.
You can pick your own poison: dating or courting.
Don’t cramp my style and I won’t cramp yours.
To me that’s love, I won’t demand more.
Won’t jump at the chance to jump through a hoop
For a chump in a suit. Got nothing to salute.
So I might as well salute until the gesture is trite.
It’s another fine night to be among the finite.

Chorus: Time to spare.
Don’t spend it all in one place.
Laissez faire.
Or change your course for a change of pace.
We’ll get there…
We’ll get there when we get there.
I dare you to ask again.

3. Life’s a gift horse. Don’t check its teeth.
Let an accountant count your blessings while you’re resting in peace.
If you’re worried that you don’t belong
Then you probably don’t, you should already be gone.
It’s another fine day to avoid detection, avoid a connection, slip through the net.
It’s another fine night to fly under the radar, seen from afar, can’t ID you yet.
It’s another fine day to lose your nametag, and I hate to brag but I can’t be pinned down.
Another fine night to disappear from the map, if I’m not here when you get back I skipped town.

Chorus x 2: Time to spare.
Don’t spend it all in one place.
Laissez faire.
Or change your course for a change of pace.
We’ll get there…
We’ll get there when we get there.
I dare you to ask again.
(Drive all night, don’t let them find you.
Ford the river to mask your scent.
Sweep your footprints out behind you.
One day: vanished. I wonder where they went.)
Track Name: Fact
1. All night plotting out my course and the best I can do is a lateral move.
All day long, shoulders back, feet steady on the hunt for something to prove.
I’m so immune.
I feel at home in hallways.
I’m afraid to cut in line.
I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s basically a fluke when I’m correct.
We forget
There’s no sign of any worthy danger yet.

2. I made a big mess out of thin air one night.
Brought a diplomatic handshake to the gun fight.
Brought a blindfold to my day in the sunlight.
All worth doing but none was done right.
Hung tight, but the mystery was covered by the clues.
On the one hand: provoke. On the other one: confuse.
Use that gift if it’s the one God gave.
If not, lock it in a box. Let us not pray.
Let us not stray on the path to dysfunction.
Let us all yearn for the minute that we punch in.
Let’s hold hands so we all get sucked in.
Let’s throw plans and demands in the dustbin.
Jump in headfirst. Might think about blinking if it get’s worse.
Disperse, hitchhike, stow away, hop trains.
That’s not a reason to run, it’s just rain.
Brain in civil war, right side bites left side.
Everything escalates. Face down, showing best side.
Let’s hide from the indifferent eyes of the people.
I alone am equal.
Throw your hands high if you trigger landmines.
Shout if you’re gonna die while standing in line.
Jump if you got no umph in your punchlines
And march to the beat of a humdrum drumline.
Back with two back sides so I can’t front.
No fans, don’t gotta worry what the fans want.
God closed the door, I was halfway out the window
When it slammed shut. Now I can’t stand up.
I dash on ahead then I’m back in bed.
Stop underachieving? I’m half tempted.
Skip to the song that you recognize. Skip to the hook.
Skip all the way to the best line.
Listen to the rest if you find the time.
Only take what’s mine.
If you call that a crime, fine!
I’m not the answer, I’m the off-the-subject-interjection.
The sudden coughing fit that makes you all forget the question.
Lookin’ for friends that leave home unchecked,
Pursuits uncleft, more than one lung left.
Unrest quelled not with a hug from a young belle.
Dead brown grass where my unheld tongue fell.
What your brain can’t say, let your gut tell.
Scared one day I’ll start to hear what the dumb yell.
Bit off more than I could chew so I choked up.
Not that I want it to, but mouth won’t shut.
Know what? No, what?
It’s two in the morning.
Now’s when I think if it’s true then it’s boring.
If you wanna tempt me, it’s you I’m ignoring.
Your plot went lame, then shoot the poor thing.
Now who, now who, now who’s cringing?
I might be broke but I’m still unbending.
You’re not convinced? Well, I’m not either
Somehow, some way talk got cheaper.
Lookin’ for the bottom but the barrel got deeper.
Just one finger for a palm-reader.
I wanna go to the last place anybody’d look for a guy like me
With a face like this, with a voice like this, with a wish like this one.
Then I want a manhunt all planned out six billion strong. Come on!
Seek adoration, but not on my front lawn.
Fire up the grill if you got a raw deal.
Why tell us “dream big” when we just got real?

3. F! There was a First time for every event you’ve ever come to dread.
A! There was an Actual moment when you learned that you could plan Ahead.
C! There were Certainties that Came to be agents of Captivity.
T! There were Times when all you Touched reminded you of infinity.
This might just be the high fructose corn syrup talking.
This might just be the high fructose corn syrup talking.
This might just be the high fructose corn syrup talking.
But the FACT of the matter is impossible to capture.

4. I’m the book on tape of an abridged novelization of a flopped movie based on a cancelled TV show.
Even so, you’ll be sorry to see me go.
I’ll trickle through the crack in the parking lot where the weeds grow.
These maps lead to more maps.
Forge FACTs out of fragments of torn rags.
Pay no attention to the man concerned with curtains.
When I say “I’m not positive” I don’t mean “I’m not certain.”
I’m the Little Engine That Could but Chose Not To.
I’m the Little Engine That Could but It’ll Cost You.
When in Rome do as the Visigoths.
Sometimes you gotta run amok to get the hint across.
For a mediocre time call 1-574-518-1983.
You can listen to me mutter if you got nothing to say to me.
Drop names off of bridges and don’t wait for the splashes.
You dorks enjoy courting more than playing with matches.
I cry “wolf!” and I don’t even believe wolves exist.
I caught a bad virus from a blown kiss.
Burnt all my bridges in attempts to stay warm.
Backseat driver: I try to navigate the stray swarm.
No names changed ‘cause there are no innocents.
Would’ve been a classic verse if I had better penmanship.
One might be the loneliest number but it goes camping whenever it feels like it.

5. If I could reach into the future and un-bait your traps I’d do it.
I can speak a little sorrow but I wouldn’t say I’m fluent.
We miss our cues because we know
That our failures won’t stop the show.
If I could cure you all of all of your concerns I would’ve done it.
I will organize my joy and itemize what I learn from it.
Leave town on a whim because we know
Our absence will not stop the show, stop the show, stop the show
Stop the show.
Track Name: Flap! Flap! Hiss!
Chorus x2: Do the Flap! Flap! Hiss!
How do you do it?
You do it like this!
Like how?
Like this!
Like how?
Like that!
Like how?
(You can do it like a Free-Tailed Bat! / You can do it like a Mouse-Tailed Bat!)

1. Like a bat outta Hell-on-wheels-within-wheels
Safe and secure: you don’t really feel like a meal.
But you look up in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a jet plane.
A bat’s fangs flash while you stand with your neck craned.
Flap! Flap! Hiss! Quick, with no delay.
If you Flutter! Flutter! Squeak! You’re seen as weak prey.
Decay only if you’re certain that you’re dead.
Dreamt this song with bats circling my bed.
Do not even make me address the V-word.
Bats stay bats, no Eurotrash features.
Flap! Flap! Pause. What caused the Bat’s Glee?
An Avian Bridle, it turns a bird into a taxi.
Ask me once and I’ll tell you bluntly:
The Flap! Flap! Hiss! Will consume the country.
Sedentary folks sucked dry: bats did this!
Back to the cave with two Flaps! And a Hiss!

Chorus x2: Do the Flap! Flap! Hiss!
How do you do it?
You do it like this!
Like how?
Like this!
Like how?
Like that!
Like how?
(You can do it like a Sac-Winged Bat! / You can do it like a Disk-Winged Bat!)

2. You get jumpy just knowing there might be a bat around.
Feel a shiver up your spine when you hear a flapping sound.
It’s a Nightmare on Bat Wings, things might get strange.
Tap into a jugular vein with nine inch fangs.
Two parallel lines in the sand to the crash site.
There’s a chance you won’t recover from that bite.
Hanging from the ceiling of the cave with stalagtites.
Flap! Flap! Hiss! When they’re spotted with the flashlight.
Look no further if you’re like, “Where’s the moths go?”
Echolocated, devoured, now they’re all guano.
Got no vaccines, a rabid bat kills.
When a mammal takes flight then the World gets chills.
Let’s talk style, skipping feathery for leathery.
It’s better, see? Even the tiny bats look threatening.
Fur! Wings! Fangs! Eyes Glow! So classy.
The Flap! Flap! Hiss! Makes the girls go batty.

Chorus x2: Do the Flap! Flap! Hiss!
How do you do it?
You do it like this!
Like how?
Like this!
Like how?
Like that!
Like how?
(You can do it like a Sucker-Footed Bat! / You can do it like a Funnel-Winged Bat!)

Bridge: Let’s fly!
You can do it like a Harpy Fruit Bat, like a Philippine Dawn Bat!
You can do it like a Soot-Mustached Bat, you can do it like a Hairy-Legged Vampire Bat!
You can do it like a Dagger-Toothed Flower Bat, like a Ghost Bat, like a Little Bent-Winged Bat!
You can do it like Gould’s Wattled Bat!
Like a..
Little-Collared, White-Collared, Yellow-Bellied, Yellow-Lipped, Black-Eared, Black-Bellied, Bristle-Faced, Ashy-Headed, Flute-Nosed, Hog-Nosed, Bare-Rumped, Bare-Backed, Golden-Capped, Golden Tipped, Little-Pied Bat!

3. Blind as a bat but we know where your throats are.
Listen very close, head-bob to the sonar.
Flown far and wide, wanna Hiss! and collapse.
Always precede that Hiss! with two Flaps!
Bats spread plagues, this craze is infectious.
The nervous and squeamish and jittery detest this.
Get this straight: it is not unhealthy
To go through life with bats in your belfry.
Under bridges, in a castle, in your attic,
Silhouette against the moon just to be a bit dramatic.
Wreaking havoc on the superstitious. I dare you
To not freak out with a bat caught in your hairdo.
Flap! Then what? Flap! Then what? You know this.
Bare your teeth and emit a low Hiss!
A billion bats, nightfall, join the swarm!
And Flap! Flap! Hiss! on the wings of the storm!

Chorus x2: Do the Flap! Flap! Hiss!
How do you do it?
You do it like this!
Like how?
Like this!
Like how?
Like that!
Like how?
(You can do it like a Fisherman Bat! / You can do it like a Hollow-Faced Bat!)

Outro x4: I move in darkness.
Turn the lights down, I’m ready to go.
Let the night come, I’m ready to go.
Track Name: All You Give Me (Are Drummers)
All you give me are…
Drummers. And I asked for guitar.
Close enough should get the cigar.
I came, I saw, I took my pictures, then I sauntered back to the car.
Disappointment turns lethargic folks into bruisers and looters and shooters.
Long time listeners, first time disputers.
And the bull inside the china shop was only there to look around
But the owner called security and tranquilizers took him down.
We’re cookin’ now. Listen how we spit and sizzle.
You’ll discover most of us are mostly gristle.
All you give me are…
Drummers. And I asked for bass.
Give me a chance, I’ll make my case.
A place for everything and everything forgets its place.
I’m getting face time with a straight dime self-loather.
Sympathetic sounds and a blank smile until it’s over.
Like they say: “No pain, no pain.”
Leave me to hang, my mood won’t swing.
Good things come to those who wait but I prefer the sooner things.
To the victors go the spoiled brats.
The losers get a pile of envy.
Glass half full but the metaphor is empty.
All you give me are…
Drummers. And I asked for keyboards.
I zig when I should zag.
Virtue is its own reward if some rewards can be a drag.
I always think what I really wanna know’s in the ellipses.
You’re shooting for the moon and landing in a striptease.
Not a good time to be showing weakness.
Far as you know, I’ve got no secrets.
Sticks and stones can break my bones but nothing hurts my feelings.
You’ve got passions to neglect and hobbies to shirk.
You only love me for my body of work.
And all you give me are…
Drummers. And I asked for silence.
Wrong kind of racket drives me to violence.
I’ll be screaming my displeasure ‘til the commotion quiets.
It’s not me against the World, it’s me against an army of straw men.
Throw a party in my honor and I might drop in.
Get used to the fact
Mostly what you’ll feel is a lack.
Even what you thought you had in the bag ain’t coming back intact.
Maybe you don’t even know what you want yet.
Doesn’t matter. Drummers are all that you’re gonna get.
Track Name: Junk Food
Intro: Real rappers get shot and they kick the bucket.
I sprained my right elbow playing kick the can.
So what does that make me? Does it mean I can’t cut it?
I’d rather stick to my tricks than try to stick it to the Man.

1. Junk Food for thought. It really sticks to the ribs.
Rhyme a trite platitude and kids flip their lids.
Hit the skids at a dead run. Wallow in the mess, son.
A spoon full of stupid helps them swallow all the medicine.
Undiluted substance goes down so bitter.
Wrap it in rap song, duds won’t bicker.
If they say, “You’ll go far,” then you’ll probably go alone
And they’ll complain that you’ve changed when you finally go home.
I know that it’s important that we all agree to pretend
All weekends don’t just whimper to weak ends.
But they do. It’s a difficult truth
Like some psychopaths had a typical youth.
Go on and pet that mouse right back to life.
Dumb recognize Dumb and then asks advice.
This is a public display of affectation.
Put the cart before the horse and people marvel at your innovation

Chorus: Sing a hook, sing a hook, ‘cause it’s that time.
If it just fills space, well that’s just fine.
If it’s clever they won’t notice that it’s also asinine.
It’s shallow and it’s hollow and it’s petty by design.
Your mistake is believing it’s inane by mistake.
It’s inherent in the medium. I’m feedin’ ‘em the bait.
And then I set the hook. And then the switch goes through.
Nerd rap is all pseudo-intelligent, thought I told you.

Bridge: Crawlin’ through the Hallowed Halls of Learnin’
You got the yearnin’ to get a little look behind the curtain.
But duck, flee ‘cause you can’t un-see
The slums where the tongues of the dumb run free.
The rhyming is icing, the beat is a smoke screen.
Impressed ‘cause you can’t figure out what the jokes mean.
It’s a house of cards, folks, please don’t touch.
I’m saying next to nothing but it means so much.

2. I am the greatest criminal mastermind to never commit a crime.
If you wanna seize the moment then you’d better get in line.
Offered my opinion, got change for my two cents.
We’d be see-through if we weren’t too dense.
Y’all are too tense: burning intellects, cold hearts.
Lines that I write might sting but they don’t smart.
Those sharp insights are only useful if you want punctures.
Think about this: what’s dumber?
An idiot talking politics or an expert barking nonsense?
Inspire confidence like: I rap man, I got this.
All Rorschach tests just look like amoebas.
We’re the Emperors New Scholars. If you see us, you’re a genius.
There’s nothing worth saying but I don’t let it get to me.
I’m the Great Grand Whatever of Specificity.
Aspire to pursue the skills you ain’t best at.
Why should the Devil have all the braindead rap?

Chorus: Sing a hook, sing a hook, ‘cause it’s that time.
If it just fills space, well that’s just fine.
If it’s clever they won’t notice that it’s also asinine.
It’s shallow and it’s hollow and it’s petty by design.
Your mistake is believing it’s inane by mistake.
It’s inherent in the medium. I’m feedin’ ‘em the bait.
And then I set the hook. And then the switch goes through.
Nerd rap is all pseudo-intelligent, thought I told you.
Track Name: The Misplaced
1. Two birds eat the same song from both ends.
When they swallow the melody, where do we go then?
The common ground’s soil’s infertile.
Can’t meet half-way walkin’ in circles.
This landmark only marks itself.
“So and so was here years prior to his birth.”
I can see the scotch tape on the moon tonight.
I can see the seams on the surface of the earth.
X might mark “a” spot, doesn’t mark “the” spot.
The spot moves to where we forgot.
There’s less to express in thinner air
Not lost yet but we’re getting there.
Road’s washed out, looks like we’re walkin.’
How should I know if I come here often?
Some places only look familiar
The very first time you lay eyes on ‘em.

Chorus: The road less traveled’s still a road
You find the most beautiful bones in the undergrowth.
We sought no exact gains but we found some.
The best diversions are never returned from.

And we’d rather risk disaster
than have to backtrack.
One gray morning
Wake to the sound of your sure route forking.
And we’d rather that the audience leave
before the last act.
One bright nightfall
find yourself humming the Siren’s call.

2. The edge of the morning, clipped short, bleeds through.
You can feel it in how the noon breeze seeks you.
Names beget more names without mating.
All around: paradises downgrading.
Define the borders and cross ‘em all
In imperfect health and second hand boots.
The Misdirector: in search of a motive
On borrowed time in a better man’s suit.
Satellites droppin’ into comas.
We can’t translate these new transmissions.
Old haunts won’t stop trying to phone us.
You can’t draw a line around a true transition.
“You are now entering…” illegible.
Population: well, that’s hard to say.
Local legend says nobody leaves
Or else everybody left yesterday.
Chorus: The road less traveled’s still a road
You find the most beautiful bones in the undergrowth.
We sought no exact gains but we found some.
The best diversions are never returned from.

And we’d rather risk disaster
than have to backtrack.
One gray morning
Wake to the sound of your sure route forking.
And we’d rather that the audience leave
before the last act.
One bright nightfall
find yourself humming the Siren’s call.

3. On the outside looking in to the outskirts.
Greet the storm with your voice but without words.
Me and the heat just made eye contact.
Some days every last track is the wrong track.
One wrong turn deserves another.
Diggin’ the hole deeper with my brother.
Off the scenic route, into the scene.
Adrift in doubt, somehow serene.
Instinct placed this path right here.
Thought never got the chance to interfere.
Thorns in the thickets snag my clothing.
No way to know which way the river’s flowing.
I can smell the lightning coming.
Cutting gashes out of the dark.
I know this hill, I know this clearing.
I know this moment’s scent by heart.
Track Name: The Misknown
(Flashes, footsteps, visions, signals, codes, cloaks, pieces)

Chrous: Lay low, get used to the Labyrinth.
The truth is often less impressive than imagined.
Stay remote. I crave red herring.
Error on error on error, thanks for sharing.
Leave the blanks blank, leave the dots unconnected.
Leave the blanks blank, leave the dots unconnected.
Leave the blanks blank, leave the dots unconnected.
Spoiler alert: expect the unexpected.

1. When the dragons wake and beat their wings I feel it at my day job.
I acknowledge knowledge in the wandering of stray dogs.
Play God and watch the role consume you just like wine and wafers.
Making molehills into mountains just so I can climb ‘em later.
A little birdie told me that a bigger bird is bringing proof
That the insider intelligence he’s singing is the truth.
We can follow maps or we can follow our guts
Or we can follow all these footprints of God-knows-what.
I need to know who really feels they need to know what’s going on
And why they think the answers won’t be ones they end up choking on.
I’m holding on to certain myths, I hope this goes for all of us.
May tomorrow bring elation to cryptozoologists.
Head like a hedge maze, tongue like a question mark
Jaw like a jigsaw puzzle, jumbled, left apart.
Never start a fight with those haven’t learned the lesson
That despite apparent order there’s a madness to the method.
For every trusted compass there’s a dozen hidden magnets
All collaborating just to keep the needle spinning backwards.
Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet?
I assume we would have been notified if it mattered yet.
If the data doesn’t add up don’t lose your faith in addition.
The road to Hell was paved by the wisdom of convention.
The Earth is a sphere but it looks flat from here.
Quantify phenomena, watch all the awe disappear.

(Trails, ashes, disguises, senses)

Chrous: Lay low, get used to the Labyrinth.
The truth is often less impressive than imagined.
Stay remote. I crave red herring.
Error on error on error, thanks for sharing.
Leave the blanks blank, leave the dots unconnected.
Leave the blanks blank, leave the dots unconnected.
Leave the blanks blank, leave the dots unconnected.
Spoiler alert: expect the unexpected.

2. There’s a common misconception that Nowhere has got a middle.
Yeah you lose a little wonder every time you solve a riddle.
It’s all sizzle and no steak. Straight to the bargain bin.
Barkin’ up the wrong tree, crushed by a fallin’ limb.
Neither here nor there and the view is beyond compare.
You cannot really prepare to be caught unaware.
Dare to concede and recede and leave breaking molds to the other bricks.
Information overload trouble: just a couple double clicks.
Double-thick skulls cry for full disclosure.
Out of the corner of my eye I’m peeking over shoulders.
The fog is in the valleys, the alleys are getting darker yet.
Sexy, easy explanations playing hard to get.
Saw a UFO in Utah, heard screaming down in the gorge.
And Baby thought he saw a phantom while we both lived in the dorms.
Short of breath, eyes water, why bother with reduction?
Learning is a lifelong affliction. I function
Best on the fly, by the seat of my pants.
I proceed without plans from there I leave it to chance.
Keep a grain of salt close. Most theories are crackpot.
Go off half-cocked, punching holes in the backdrop.
Bow down to science, or bow before superstition.
Or accept the mystery from more dignified positions.
Enlightenment a bridge that I couldn’t less care to cross.
Conundrum, ambiguity, enigma, paradox.

(Diversions, deals, owls, subterfuge)

Chrous: Lay low, get used to the Labyrinth.
The truth is often less impressive than imagined.
Stay remote. I crave red herring.
Error on error on error, thanks for sharing.
Leave the blanks blank, leave the dots unconnected.
Leave the blanks blank, leave the dots unconnected.
Leave the blanks blank, leave the dots unconnected.
Spoiler alert: expect the unexpected.
Track Name: Second Stone
1. I’m not without sin, but I’ll cast the second stone
And however many more it takes to drive the lesson home.
There’s no puddle too shallow for some dunce to drown in.
There’s no crowd small enough for some to stand out in.
Don’t tie the noose unless you’re really gonna use it.
Don’t gripe about your life unless you spit it over music.
The king of the jungle ain’t the lion, it’s the heat or the disease.
Sacrifice your dignity if there’s a creature to appease.
Please know I’m neither lover nor fighter.
Neither snuffer nor igniter, neither cutter nor biter.
I don’t define my terms, because what’s a term worth?
I’ll probably die before I find out if my sperm works.
Parasitic people pride themselves on giving out the best hugs.
Size only matters if you think sex does.
Let lust castrate you, yet you disdain me?
I prefer bathwater to babies.
Chorus: Two wrongs! Make One right!
Never turn your back on a riot that you incite!
I push! And you, you pull!
Try to tell me that that empty glass is half full!
White noise! I Black out!
Fall asleep on the broken shards of my glass house!
You get! What you fall for!
Haven’t I seen you everywhere before?

2. I’m not without sin, but I’ll cast the second stone.
I wanna be admired from a distance and then left alone.
If your bark is anemic, you can always bite harder.
Don’t you find your glory gets diminished by a partner?
Whose heart I gotta break to get a guilt trip ‘round here?
It takes more muscles to object than to pout, dear.
Where romance once bloomed now only thistles grow.
I squat with mononucleosis underneath the mistletoe.
None of you over-laughers get the jokes.
In a perfect world all you dirty girls’d have your cameras revoked.
If you see me as a project, prepare for a mess.
I’d rather kamikaze then let you call me your success.
Give me an inch and I’ll take a light year.
Survival of the unfit, in fact they thrive here.
Monkey see, monkey do: superior to you.
I’m a little too clean cut for you scene sluts.

Chorus: Two wrongs! Make One right!
Never turn your back on a riot that you incite!
I push! And you, you pull!
Try to tell me that that empty glass is half full!
White noise! I Black out!
Fall asleep on the broken shards of my glass house!
You get! What you fall for!
Haven’t I seen you everywhere before?

Bridge: I accent the accidents and underline the undermining.
I highlight the hindsight and point out it wasn’t timed right.
I am narrowing the focus on the folks that wanna soak us
In this bogus hocus pocus. You can’t know us if you own us.
I am not impressed with the distress of maidens imprisoned in towers
Or the knights in shining armor who aspire to be martyrs
Or the kids who see the future in their navels, few details.
Just a sense that anything they touch will never fail .

3. I’m not without sin, but I’ll cast the second stone.
Man doesn’t feed the crows with stale bread alone.
You brandish blandness like a blunt weapon.
One false step, here comes a dumb confession.
You need to relearn how to dance like somebody’s watching.
Maggots ate the cake under your frosting.
Just how little is your phony persona concealing?
Only infants turn to bottles to control their feelings.
The second weakest link sucks but ducks blame forever.
My guilty pleasure is denying you your guilty pleasures.
This prodigal son ate the wrong pig’s supper.
Not feelin’ fraternal, you just called the wrong kid “brother.”
I create and spread fiction just to cancel the facts.
I’m chewing on the straw that broke the camel’s back.
You’re consuming your own tail, you can cancel dessert.
You commit to hold your ground, that’s a handful of dirt.

Chorus: Two wrongs! Make One right!
Never turn your back on a riot that you incite!
I push! And you, you pull!
Try to tell me that that empty glass is half full!
White noise! I Black out!
Fall asleep on the broken shards of my glass house!
You get! What you fall for!
Haven’t I seen you everywhere before?

Outro: Haven’t I seen you everywhere before? (x4)
I make rap songs ‘cause I always get the last word (x5)
(You’re so vain you probably think this song is not about you)
Track Name: The Kisspronouncer
Intro: Keep It Simple, Stupid x4

1. Loose lips sink ships and they get kissed often.
Kiss just to get the ditz to quit talking.
Gettin’ all giddy ‘cause you got a date
But a date’s not a date ‘til you osculate.
One kiss for good luck, two for resistin.’
Heed this warning if you’re new to kissing:
It has been known on rare occasions to result in a crucifixion.
Kiss up to the boss or no promotion.
Steal a kiss and get slapped, nose broken.
Smothered with kisses, what a way to die.
Kiss like you mean it because it’s a lie.
Make every cent count at the kissing booth.
Get your money’s worth, kid, chip a tooth.
Kissing-games, spit-swappin’ youth.
Play truth or dare, and don’t dare pick “truth.”
Everybody cool’s at the make-out party, all dolled up, playing kissy-face.
A kiss on the cheek is cheap, weak technique, dry little peck and a limp embrace.
Only kiss and tell when the kiss is awful.
Some pray while they play spin the bottle.
But no amount of prayer is gonna switch one of these stiff pimply kids with a model.
Hard to believe by minute seven
That this is a fair portrayal of Heaven.
Always guessed that Heaven was less of mess
And a lot less awkward, I digress.
A naïve girl and the Epstein-bar virus are sitting in a tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
D-I-S-E-A-S-E

Chorus: (Kissing)
Just a little overrated.
(Kissing)
It’s what this song is dedicated to, I guess.
(Kissing)
I ain’t the best but listen:
(Kissing)
Don’t want you thinking I’m frigid.
(Kissing)
Everybody knows how.
(Kissing)
If you don’t wanna do it now, I won’t complain.
(Kissing)
But it’s the main event
(Kissing)
So if not now when?

2. You’re nervous for your first kiss, you’re anxious, you’re impatient.
Might be better off settling for mouth to mouth resuscitation.
Braces tangled, caught in a lip-lock, how could it go so awry?
Kiss of death to your social status, you can kiss it goodbye.
Neither hugs nor drugs, the kiss is king.
Pucker up and kiss the ring.
Kissable lips are thick and soft.
You can kiss my grits or you can Kiss off!
At the dawn of time on a primitive park bench
A couple used tongue long before the French.
Sign that note with a row of Xs.
She might be charmed, might find it sexist.
To have and to hold, for better or worse, blah, blah, now your life’s complete.
I pronounce you man and wife, you may now kiss the bride’s feet.
Kiss me I’m (insert a nationality here).
Wake Sleeping Beauty with a kiss, not a prince, just a common volunteer.
Politicians kissing the babies.
Sneak around and kiss home-wrecking ladies.
Go home to their wives, but their alibis falter
When their wives find lipstick on their collars.
Kiss a wound to make it better
but never plant a kiss on lips with a blister.
One of these days, Alice, straight to the moon.
One of these days, Pow! Right in the kisser!

Chorus: (Kissing)
Just a little overrated.
(Kissing)
It’s what this song is dedicated to, I guess.
(Kissing)
I ain’t the best but listen:
(Kissing)
Don’t want you thinking I’m frigid.
(Kissing)
Everybody knows how.
(Kissing)
If you don’t wanna do it now, I won’t complain.
(Kissing)
But it’s the main event
(Kissing)
So if not now when?

3. A smooch and a smack are kissing cousins.
Mistletoe means slips in judgment.
Blown kiss caught and dropped in the pocket.
Sealed with a kiss and a kiss unlocks it.
Kiss me, you fool, we’re on the kiss cam.
Shipwrecked sailors kiss the dry land.
Coin-op kiss-o-meter, put your quarters in.
Too many Hershey’s, kiss the porcelain.
Foul, do you kiss your mom with that mouth?
Kiss and make up with your spouse or sleep on the couch.
Too eloquent, kissed the Blarney Stone.
Neck in the car in no parking zones.
Don’t tolerate Knights In Satan’s Service.
Send those clowns right back to the circus.
European greetings shouldn’t concern us.
One last kiss with a dip couldn’t hurt us.

Chorus: (Kissing)
Just a little overrated.
(Kissing)
It’s what this song is dedicated to, I guess.
(Kissing)
I ain’t the best but listen:
(Kissing)
Don’t want you thinking I’m frigid.
(Kissing)
Everybody knows how.
(Kissing)
If you don’t wanna do it now, I won’t complain.
(Kissing)
But it’s the main event
(Kissing)
So if not now when?
Track Name: Negotiations Break Down
1. Wrote this in foam so you know what I think
of its relevance down the road. I’m the Back-Talk Kid.
Who knew what the slack jaw hid? I’m swervy.
All you punks don’t know what you want, you deserve me.
The nervy make me nervous, forget a risk.
A lifestyle change every time my ticker skips.
Slit your wrist, then you stitch your wrist right back up.
Practice makes perfect, you refine that cut.
It’s business as usual: we’re liquidating inventory.
Start a couple holy wars and let the sinners finish for me.
it’s a bitter story full of heartache and hard breaks.
Burstin’ at the seams with art-fakes and star-bait.
Sharks wait in the deep end with bibs on
Bickerin,’ over which of us they got dibs on.
It’s a get rich quick song: disclaimer:
In the big picture I’m a no-name bit-player.
Some days pale as a whitewashed tomb.
Name in the paper at a slight cost: (boom!)
There’s room in the inn for mere mortals only
So don’t be surprised if you feel sorta lonely.
Disdain for the bar scene so I seem thrifty.
Pop your water wings if you wanna sink with me.
Frisky, isn’t he? The kid’s no sissy.
But he thinks in circles ‘til he’s sickly, (get me?)
Whisk me away, in a truck, to a strip mall.
Hate to disappoint, I just ain’t that hip, y’all.
Up a swollen creek with a broken oar.
My loose lips send whole fleets to the ocean floor.
Gimme what I most abhor. Salt up in my open sores.
I’m barely through the window before I get shown the door.
One for the money, two for the show.
Three for givin’ up and goin’ home feelin’ low.
Four, for the life of me, escapes me, maybe
I need to keep looking for the word to motivate me.

2. I’m a sick puppy waiting for my eyes to open.
I’m at home eatin’ crow and poppin’ ibuprofen.
Drink pop like water, drink water like medicine.
I’m thinking of a number that you can’t guess, (guess again).
Spittin’ in the food of the health inspector.
I’m a self-correcter so I never get better.
A self-deceiver and I’m self-aware,
And if you stand with me there will be hell to share.
Gimme ten minutes to chop down a tree
I’ll spend the first nine and a half
Just sharpenin’ my axe.
Spend the last 30 seconds wishin’ that I had
about 8 of those minutes back.
Who wanna piece of the living fraction?
Who else wanna go missing in inaction?
Who wanna throw a little fit in here?
Y’all don’t wanna make me get sincere.
Been kicked in the rear by the no nonsense boots.
Screws comin’ loose and i won’t drop disputes.
This dude don’t need a reason to come unglued.
Too square to fit in the hoops I’m told to jump through.
This lame duck gonna fall in love with a lame dove.
I got plenty of shame to be ashamed of.
Break bone, crush stone, split wood, crack metal.
But I always make sure I got room to backpedal.
That settles it, I’m the ghost in the graveyard.
The flaw in the zirconium, the scar on the face card.
Play hard, work like my paycheck depends on it.
The epilogue don’t justify the ends, got it?
Blue in the face ‘cause I’m new to the chase
But you move to the pace of doom and disgrace.
Refuse to lose face but won’t stoop to groom it.
Still a young dog, but avoid a new trick.
I qualify everything and call all bluffs.
Buckled in, in it for the long haul, enough!

Bridge x2: Two! Four! Six! Eight!
With whom do we negotiate?
Nobody. Nobody. Nobody. No one.

3. Crack a hole in Hell’s attic roof climb to Earth’s basement.
Commit to listen more, can’t figure out where the day went.
Seek a sunburn ‘cause I love the feel of peelin’ it.
I can’t get a grip unless I steal it.
No rest for the righteous, like “I shoulda done more”
And a 20 cent misspelled thank-you note.
The clouds crash down made too heavy by their silver lining.
Dead into the uproar that some bores are still defining.
No landmarks, I’m only looking for the lack.
Only interested in how a façade looks from the back.
Put a hook on the track and use a scowl for the bait.
Fans on the whole are a sour bunch of grapes.
Accept what you can’t change, ignore what you can.
No one can tell the difference when it all hits the fan.
Often feel like I’m miles from another good line
And There’s nothing quite as awful as an understood mind.
And if you understand mine, then I guess slipped up.
Gotta get up and give ‘em the gift that won’t quit givin’ up.
Listen up: it’s the last supper ‘til the next one.
Get a plate, choose a fork, compliment the centerpiece,
Share your smug advice and your head lice.
You’re already on thin ice when you deny Christ thrice.
If the sun rises twice in the same day, be suspicious.
Do not tolerate surreal conditions.
Hold that thought ‘til it holds you back or goes slack.
Belabor the point until the issue gets true, rips through
Develops a body and then forgets you. Gone, gone.
Like dinosaurs, Innocence, Chivalry, and Youth.
Missin’ dinosaurs the most if you wanna know the truth.
But you don’t and that’s wise, that’s thinking ahead.
Don’t walk among the living if you’re seeking the dead.
And I’ve got a gut feeling that I’ve had enough to eat.
I hate to skip the gun but my heart just jumped a beat.
Track Name: Big Diagram
1. The measure of a man is the size of his diagram.
A plan for the fire and a plan for the frying pan.
Get a little skittish and you wanna run away.
Then it’s time to refer to figure 1-A.
Small flow chart flows don’t matter.
I think I might need a bigger protractor.
Only way to know what you know won’t scatter.
Control’s just a bit too much to go after.

The Big Diagram accounts for every circumstance.
You cruise through a crisis when you do the work in advance.

Science tells us there’s eleven dimensions.
The Big Diagram knows two are sufficient.
Where the circles in the Venn diagram intersect
You could fit a lifetime if you held it in check.
Some might call the Big Diagram abstract
But many would rather diagram than act.
Stacks of information pile up before us.
Got a diagram in the works that’ll dwarf us.

The Big Diagram makes sense of the senseless.
It respects no boundaries, borders, or fences.

Chorus x2: Don’t try to derive its dimensions.
We’re on the verge of comprehension.
A pattern will emerge, with a bit more detail.
It’ll all cohere, it’ll lift the veil.
It’s comforting to know it’s out there somewhere being huge.
It’s comforting to know there’s room on it for me and you.
(It’s comforting to know it’s out there somewhere being giant.
It’s comforting to know that even doubt will help refine it.)

2. Back to the Big Drawing Board with a purpose.
Diagram grows every time we get nervous.
Condensing the infinite will take space.
Wrangle the nebulous and make shapes.
Last thing we need’s another choice to think about.
Big Diagram’s gonna work the kinks out.
Never start over, no erasers.
Incorporate mistakes, ink to paper.

Prescriptive or Descriptive? I hate to split hairs.
But the Big Diagram don’t demand, it declares.

The Big Picture enamors amateurs.
Just makes their last second panic worse.
Miles beyond, we got charts and tables.
Primary colors, hand-written labels.
Know the Big Diagram, know the tactics.
Render calamity anticlimactic.
Hubris has got nothing to do with it.
Big Diagram’s almost too intuitive.

When a man makes a diagram this massive
He looks to the sky and shouts, “Now who’s passive?”

Chorus x2: Don’t try to derive its dimensions.
We’re on the verge of comprehension.
A pattern will emerge, with a bit more detail.
It’ll all cohere, it’ll lift the veil.
It’s comforting to know it’s out there somewhere being huge.
It’s comforting to know there’s room on it for me and you.
(It’s comforting to know it’s out there somewhere being giant.
It’s comforting to know that even doubt will help refine it.)

3. Threw our sketches in the fire, out came this golden graph.
And the tablets from the mountaintop were thrown and broke in half.
Use Cartesian coordinates to turn the data to a scatter plot.
So enormous daily decisions become an afterthought.
Even we’re surprised at the size of these exploded views.
A population density map you’ll have to grow into.
Identifies almost everything if you look at the right part.
A swollen full stomach from one bite of the pie chart.

The Big Diagram’s getting bigger by the minute
And you really got search just to find its outer limit
And the shadow that it casts is relief from the sun
But if it ever starts tipping then you gotta run!

Outro: It’s comforting to know it’s out there somewhere being extensive.
It’s comforting to know it’s pretty close to comprehensive.
It’s comforting to know it’s out there somewhere being vast.
It’s comforting to know its intricacy is unsurpassed.
It’s comforting to know it’s out there somewhere being ample.
It’s comforting to know our current comfort’s just a sample.
It’s comforting to know it’s out there somewhere being immense.
It’s comforting to know we’ll never know its full extent.
(B to the I to the G to the D to the I to the A to the G to the R to the A to the M
Watch it expand
Behold: Big Diagram) x4.
Track Name: One Step Ahead
1. I’m a fish out of water savoring the benefits of the land
Until I suffocate, do not resuscitate.
A runaway train of thought off the rails.
The latest flavor of the week just got stale.
I’ve seen the must-sees, avoided the must-nots.
Been through a university, emerged uncaught.
Just watch, I avoid similes like the Plague.
A no-show at the bum-ticker-tape parade.
I never ask ‘cause I know where the time went.
The dogs on my trail getting tired of my scent.
Lost in the tangles crass delight dangles.
Centerfolds are not the place to find angels.
I’m whistling the song not blaring on the PA.
Do as we do, do not do as we say.
I’m modelin’ all of the inhibitions you should want.
Fill a speech bubble with criticism in good fonts.
Envy a squid: no face to lose.
Got a meltdown planned that’ll make the news.
Here to tell you that the buddy system isn’t foolproof.
It’s a proven fact that two can be fools too.
There ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
But that don’t imply causality.
If you can find a void, I guess don’t care if you fill it
Just stop hounding me.

Chorus: (Even In the dark you hear me running out in front of you, the clutter that I’m cutting through, I’m one step ahead.
Even when you go to bed, you sleep and dream and see my tread, and wake up feeling you been led, I’m one step ahead.) x2
(Fake to the right, then duck to the left.
But I am still ahead by one step.
Be at peace with your place, your endeavor is done.
Accepting I’m ahead is step one.) x2

2. I don’t believe in what you believe to be
karma, or karma, yes, there’s a difference.
I believe in miracles
But sexy things don’t prove their existence.
If I’m a Dictator the trains will not run on time.
You know I mean it when I underline.
Yeah, It’s another fine mess that I’ve gotten me into.
Got more than I could chew with the bullet I bit through.
Those whores go to war in their lingerie.
Brides throw bouquets like “bombs away.”
My kingdom for a superior kingdom.
Keep your horse, you agree, you’ll need one.
Got the same ability to stop a show as one monkey.
Songs of humility and thanks sung smugly.
Lists and itineraries circle, none touch me
‘til I give permission then they rush and crush me.
Trust me, it doesn’t take a coffee cup.
It takes a nation of millions to prop me up.
Tell me what’s so great about a clean break?
I wanna pick through the rubble that I helped create.
Odds are the worst mistake that I will make
In my life has not been made yet .
When you miss your turn the important role
you were supposed to fill stays vacant.

Chorus: (Even In the dark you hear me running out in front of you, the clutter that I’m cutting through, I’m one step ahead.
Even when you go to bed, you sleep and dream and see my tread, and wake up feeling you been led, I’m one step ahead.) x2
(Fake to the right, then duck to the left.
But I am still ahead by one step.
Be at peace with your place, your endeavor is done.
Accepting I’m ahead is step one.) x2

3. You don’t need to convince, beg, bet, or dare me.
I love a night creep through a cemetery.
Stop, everybody, wait, what was that sound?
The dead push up daisies, we’re stompin’ ‘em back down!
Background noise, dead voice, detect it.
Perish the thought and I’ll resurrect it.
Connect it back to the brain it came from.
It’s a deadly life and it pays to play dumb.
Whose grave dirt got under my fingernails?
The dead stay dead, still the weak turn pale.
I will not be groaning the name of my sled
When I’m writhing in pain on my deathbed.
When a crisis strikes it’s fight or flight.
Then succumb in your sleep to a spider bite.
If I die tonight, I’m gonna get a laugh
When you see my free verse epitaph.
I’m not trying to scare you, not trying to avoid it.
Look over the edge, you won’t be disappointed.
Exquisite corpse, but you flee from the smell.
You’ll be hallucinating if you see me in Hell.
They can freeze my face, they can dress me well,
Extract my guts, let fall the shroud.
All I want is a typo-free tombstone
When the worms crawl in, when the worms crawl out.

Chorus: (Even In the dark you hear me running out in front of you, the clutter that I’m cutting through, I’m one step ahead.
Even when you go to bed, you sleep and dream and see my tread, and wake up feeling you been led, I’m one step ahead.) x2
(Fake to the right, then duck to the left.
But I am still ahead by one step.
Be at peace with your place, your endeavor is done.
Accepting I’m ahead is step one.) x2
Track Name: Mercilessness
1. Kill the messengers if we outnumber ‘em.
Kill the messengers no matter what the news is.
Kill the messengers because anything new is cumbersome
So kill the true prince too if the shoe fits.
If the shoe fits, wear it out. Meet your match. Stare him down.
Stiff is the neck of the heavy head that wears the crown.
Stick it out, imagine how it’d look inside a guillotine.
Toward the chopping block is the direction that a leader leans.
There’s a dark side to the burden of authority.
It’s not all self-indulgence and ignoring the majority.
In the basement of the harem there’s an inch of standing water
And the peasants are suddenly sick of being cannon fodder.
Jump, jump, King me. Bring me the head of my rival.
Just because it’s fun don’t mean it’s not for survival.
I will drip blood all through
Every vain attempt at a bloodless coup.
Every dog gets his day, bet your last dollar on it.
You’re here for the demand, let suckers think about supply.
If you liked it, then you should’ve put a collar on it.
If you liked it then you should’ve put a ring around its eye.

Chorus: Beg for! Beg for! Beg-beg for Mercy!
Kneeling, appealing with feeling will not deter me!
Beg for, beg for, beg-beg for a pardon!
No, no reprieves, no breaks, no, no bargains!
M-M-Mercy! Mercy! Everybody beg for it!
Swallow all your pride, genuflect for it, sweat for it!
Beg for, Beg for, Beg-beg for some justice!
Crying, denying, pleading, bleeding: you can’t touch this!

2. King for a day, you decide that you like this.
So you have a statue built in your likeness.
And when the trumpets blow, your subjects bow down.
Next day: they’re burning you in effigy downtown.
Getting fidgety, you want your fifteen minutes.
You decide you gotta take it by force if you’re gonna get it.
The first five are great, the second five are mediocre.
The last five are misery ‘cause you already see its over.
If the people have no bread, let them eat cake.
I know it sounds ridiculous, but it’s not a mistake.
If the people think you’re rational, they no longer fear you
And that’s a bad career move. They want to get near you.
Take some initiative and crack your whip.
Your citizens aren’t gonna line up and ask for it.
But know this: even at the height of your power
You will find graffiti on your ivory tower.
Sire an heir but watch for signs of ambition.
Kill him before he kills you or you die of suspicion.
Found a holiday in his honor to draw out his supporters
And then have your guards gut ‘em when you give ‘em the order!

Chorus: Beg for! Beg for! Beg-beg for Mercy!
Kneeling, appealing with feeling will not deter me!
Beg for, beg for, beg-beg for a pardon!
No, no reprieves, no breaks, no, no bargains!
M-M-Mercy! Mercy! Everybody beg for it!
Swallow all your pride, genuflect for it, sweat for it!
Beg for, Beg for, Beg-beg for some justice!
Crying, denying, pleading, bleeding: you can’t touch this!

3. To err is human, but you’re not human, you’re Royal.
So dissenters get a dipping into boiling oil.
Hold your domain with a reign of terror
And leave the queen for a maid if the maid is fairer.
Hire an interpreter to tell you what your dreams mean.
Spread your royal scent over everything you own.
Hire minstrels to accompany your screaming
In your final moments as you’re dragged from your throne.

Chorus: Beg for! Beg for! Beg-beg for Mercy!
Kneeling, appealing with feeling will not deter me!
Beg for, beg for, beg-beg for a pardon!
No, no reprieves, no breaks, no, no bargains!
M-M-Mercy! Mercy! Everybody beg for it!
Swallow all your pride, genuflect for it, sweat for it!
Beg for, Beg for, Beg-beg for some justice!
Crying, denying, pleading, bleeding: you can’t touch this!

Outro: Mercilessness x4.
Track Name: Can't Stay
Intro: All…
Things, come to an end,
Regardless of quality.
This…
Album is no exception.
The denouement is calling me.
..and I said..

1. Win some, lose some, hinder some, help some.
I never want it said that I wore out my welcome.
Never want it said that I couldn’t take a hint.
There’s more where this came from, but maybe I should save a bit.
Night, day, night, can’t fight the flow.
When it’s time to go, well, it’s time to go.
I know I gotta get while the getting’s good.
Don’t want you to sit there and wish I would.
Never want you to have to ask me to leave.
Rather leave you grieving than feeling relieved.
I’m on the threshold, one foot out the door.
But you’re not too proud to shout out for more.
So this is it, then, the last little verse.
Just a few more lines and we can all disperse.
I’ll tip my hat and ride off into the sunset.
And you can wake up, like, “is he done yet?”

Somewhere between ripe and rotten.
The Misremembered, but not yet forgotten.

I shouldn’t, it’s past my bedtime.
I could ruin everything with my next line.

What good can come if I linger?
I’m more of an interloper than a keeper.

A little of me goes a long way.
I can sit, beg, and fetch, but I cannot stay.

No, no, get my hat and coat.
I’ d better hit the road or I’ll miss the boat.

They say parting is such sweet sorrow
But you’ll forget I was even here by tomorrow.

No, no, no, it’s all for the best.
Once I’m gone you’ll be glad that I left.

Don’t shed a tear there are always others.
I let the fuse, now I gotta take cover.